o keep a good distance between us as I say the words with as much venom
cked me ou
e, it's g
my face with the ring he never takes off-his smirk still carries a hint of the man I'd fallen for. "
despite my best efforts. He doesn't usually lord it over me. But he's too drunk to care about the cons
t.
f in a dozen different directions. "You know what? Fuck it. Fine. I'll let y
drunk. When he's sober, every motel is beneath him, ces
e that motels raised him. I'd assumed, based on the little he'd t
at were done to him-as opposed to the bad things he's done to others. After all, it'
his hands that ca
from the house and staggers down the street. His
to my dark, empty house.
history. It's funny how the painful emotions always feel so tangible and viscera
lar hot dogs from the halal cart and sat under a tree in Central Park.
owner when our regular player was out sick. But even then, part of me loved him, even if the rest of me hadn't quite c
through sepia-colored glasses. They're grainy. Blurred. Just
em. Everything about that memory feels sharp, like a thorn hiding bene
was wearing. I even remember that feeling of doom that
he one you hoped for,
ll asleep trying to catch my sepia-tinted memories and the hope of possi
ep knowing
U
nt door, and a dull pain across the left side of my face. I know I haven't slept for very long
BANG-
BANG-
It's enough to make me feel lik
yself to my feet. "Adrian,
one, it's a woman, and for another, she's dressed in uniform. My eyes go right to the gun holstered on her hip. It catch
appened
ou at this time, but-" She cuts
same spot and shape as the last one and the one b
her script. "Right. Well, ma'am, I'm sorry to hav
other fight. It wouldn't be the first time. N
story doesn't feel right tonight. The lo
e isn't quite as steady as it was when
Cooper? We found your
tence. Why would s
t under
compassion, though. The kind that's trained into you in the academy. Just another mask to put on to get her
this story to settle into place. "If he got h
se and horrifying, like glue I can't get off my fingers. "Ma'am, I'm afrai
s the breath catc
oments in life. I clock every insignificant detail and know even as
f the cop's
isinfectant tang
ting to the dried blood I
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